He keeps a spit cup wedged 'tween the dash and the windshield. Wore out spot where his hand lays in the wheel. Fourteen years of back and forth. Of work and church and honey do's.
I could barely breathe when you told me goodbye. Thought my knees would go as you walked down the drive. It was I could do to hold back the tears. I whispered "I love you" guess you didn't hear.